I'm sitting in a room.
I'ts so bright, blinding.
I feel so alone.
There are people here.
But they are staring at me.
Like I'm some sculpture, inhuman.
They point fingers, and mumble.
They are talking about me.
Things they can change about me.
These people take their scalpels.
They start digging, changing.
I can feel it, even though I wish I couldn't.
I try to clear my mind.
Try to think of something else, anything else.
I try so hard, that a tear falls from my eye.
Memories of good times with friends flash in front of my eyes.
Oh I wish I was there.
Because then,

I wouldn't feel so alone.

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